I hate the way that you've taken backEverything you've given to meAnd the way that you'd always sayIt's nothing to do with meDifferent versions of many menCome before you cameAll their questions were similarThe answers just the same

I gonna get me a motor carMaybe a Jaguar maybe a plane or a day of fameI gonna be a millionaire so can you take me thereWanna be wild cos my life's so tameHere am I, going nowhere on a trainHere am I, growing older in the rain

I hate the way that you've taken backEverything you've given to meAnd the way that you'd always sayIt's nothing to do with meDifferent versions of many menCome before you cameAll their questions was similarThe answers just the same

I'm gonna get me a motor carMaybe a Jaguar maybe a plane or a day of fameI'm gonna be a millionaire so can you take me thereWanna be wild cos my life's so tameHere am I, going nowhere on a trainHere am I, growing older in the rainHere am I, going nowhere on a trainHere am I, gettin lost and lonely, sad and onlyWhy sometimes does my life feels so tame?